The darkened solstice and then there were none. All that you know is melted and gone.

The ashes of rain, the bloodshed and pain. The secret room, a palace of doom. The vertical blue, crystal tears and the heads of prisoners on a spear. The burst of seed, the hanging of greed. All fate is bound by the family tree.

Blood on the seal, the darkness arrives, world to appeal, an apocalypse thrives. Bound by a curse, it hangs by a thread, the fall of the mobsters, the rise of the dead. The honor of justice, the state of the free. All fate is bound by the family tree.

Fire in the eyes, and say your goodbyes. The scythe is swinging, you’re in for a reaping. The metal is hot, the warmth is sweet, forgive and forget or die and retreat. The symbol of love, family, tragedy. All fate is bound by the family tree.

The sky is dark, marked by futile cries. Love is lost as all light dies. The Alpha and Omega, beginning and end, a dark destiny holds, then good will ascend. Death is unavoidable, the cries and the pleas. All fate is bound by the family tree.

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